Another book full of one shots! If you have a request for a one shot or you'd like to see another part of a certain one shot I already wrote, feel free to message me and let me know! Enjoy!

A book full of Shield one-shots only! Hope you enjoy and if you like something and want a sequel or you have an idea for a one shot just send me a message and I'll see what I can do :)!

just a book full of one shots & preferences about the three workhorses of wwe

Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Seth Rollins preferences. How about we all just forget about Seth stabbing Dean and Roman in the back?

"kiss me." I whisper softly. "Please, just kiss me."

"Can't you see? Hollywood pays someone to reenact the struggles I go through daily. So they, you, and everyone else can kiss my unhappy ass." ~Dean Ambrose'

"Hey," Nikki said quietly from the dark corner. The other five turn in the direction of her voice. They can't see her fully in the dark room but they could make out her figure. "What?" Paige said just as quietly. "Do you guys remember that pact we made at the end of Freshmen year?" Nikki asked. Roman smiles at the thought, "Yeah I remember it." "Of course you do," Seth says chuckling, "You're the one who made us agree to it." Dean shakes his head, "I don't remember it." Naomi looks at him, "You don't remember the pact?" Dean just shrugs and then pulls out a cigaret, "A lot of shit can happen in three years. Refresh my memory why don't you?" They all stay quite for a moment. "Today," Roman spoke, "May 28, 2012. I promise to stand by my peers. To stay drama free." "To stay away from the 'it' crowd" Nikki said quietly. "To respect others, as well as myself.." Seth muttered. "To stay clean... Drug free..." Dean said then dragged out his cigaret. "To follow our hearts... Accomplish our dreams." Naomi said quietly "To be the best we could be. To make our senior year drop dead amazing..." Paige mumbled They all remain silent. "Well," Dean said throwing his cigaret in front of him stomping on it. Then grabbed another one from the box. "Didn't we do one hell of a job keeping that pact?" *Voted Best WWE High School Fanfiction 2x *Voted Best WWE Fanfiction 1x*

ATTENTION! THIS IS THE THIRD BOOK OF THIS SERIES! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ THE FIRST AND SECOND BOOK! FIRST BOOK: Finding Jon Moxley SECOND BOOK: Finding Chloe "I've always promised you things," he says, looking into my eyes. I stare back into his blue ones, getting lost in his sea of blue. "But, I've never really kept those promises." He looks down, ashamed of admitting the words that are rolling off his tongue. "I've promised that I would never lie to you," he says, looking up, "look where that got us, though. I've also promised you I'd always love you," he frowns. "Unfortunately, I broke that one too." "Jon..." I frown at him. Why is he doing this? He's only hurting himself. Jon's never the one to ever talk about his feelings like this, especially the ones that happened a year ago. We each swore to each other that we wouldn't talk about what happened to us. Never. "No, Chloe, I need to say this." He grabs one of my hands. "There's just one promise that I need to swear to you." He digs in his pocket with his other hand. He pulls out a small, black box. "Jon?" I gasp, my free hand flying to my mouth. "What are you doing?" "Look," he chuckles at my reaction, "it's not what you think." My eyes grow wide and I slip my hand away from his. "What are you talking about?" His nervous expression turns into a panicked one. "No! Chloe, it's nothing bad. I'm just saying that it's not a wedding ring." "Oh," I frown, looking at the tiny box in his large hand. "What is it then?"

ATTENTION! THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF A THREE BOOK SERIES! PLEASE DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ THE FIRST BOOK!!! FIRST BOOK: Finding Jon Moxley Oh my God. Here he comes. I can hear his heavy footsteps walking down the corridor in front of me. He's probably here to torture me, once again. He walks through the dark curtain, and I cringe. I can't bare the sight of him anymore. I pull at the chains that are holding me against the cold cement wall. I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I groan in pain as the metal claws deeper into my wrists. He bends down to my level and whispers in my ear, "Sweetheart, don't struggle, it's only gonna make it worse." I shiver in disgust as his repulsive breath his my ear and neck. I answer, "You will regret this." But it comes out all muffled because of the duck tape covering my mouth. He only smirks. "Smile, okay? You're on tv." He turns and points to the camera pointing in my direction. When did that get there? That's when I start crying. He chuckles with the satisfaction of my suffering. When will my hero come and save me?

"I loved you, I did. I know we had something special, but I can't feel it anymore. It's just not there, and I'm sorry, I really am. But I think you should move on." He says looking sad and avoiding my eyes. I sigh. I need to seem sad, I knew this was going to happen. This was just part of my lovely plan. "I think you can't just get rid of those feelings in a matter of months, I think you used me," I say, trying to keep my mouth from smiling at the sudden release of being strangled by Mr. Ambrose.